~~Vincent Alabastair Jr.~~
I stood by the door to my father's library listening to the conversation going on inside even though I knew that I wasn't supposed to be there. My father was having a very important 'business' conversation with a deliciously gorgeous blonde. I didn't usually listen in on father's conversations because I just didn't find them interesting enough, not when there were other more interesting things that I could be doing. When I was younger father would force me to sit in on the meetings that he had every Friday. Those special meetings that could change the fate of the world, but had to be kept secret because the world wasn't ready yet. As soon as I was done with college, and had proved to be vital to father's empire I decided that I was done with those meetings, and that was it. But this evening that lady had drawn me to the library like she was pulling me with a cord. I've had my share of sexy girls: debutantes, models, actresses, courtesans, you name it. But there was something about this lady that drew me to her. She had a full figure with boobs that had to be at least a C cup, an ass that you just want to squeeze, and the rest of her was trim, she had a flat belly, hot legs and she was...
The moment I saw her, I knew that I had to have her. So I followed her expecting her to be one of mother's lingerie models, but she surprised me by making a left at the end of the hallway to father's library instead of a right to mother's studio. I followed her, coming to the conclusion that she had to be one of father's secretaries, but then again she shocked me by walking into father's library and eliciting a respectful nod from him, as well as an invitation to sit. My father never treated any of his employees respectfully. They were all third-class citizens that existed only to please him, a task that once they failed to deliver on, led to an immediate journey into the world of unemployment. By the time I saw father welcome her, and ask his ever loyal man-servant Randy to fetch her beverage of choice, I was too intrigued to turn back; I had to know who the mystery lady was, and I had to find out if her perky breasts were implants or if by some miracle, they had managed to withstand the effects of gravity. The thought of those boobs being natural brought unholy images of what I would like to do to them, which wrought an instant reaction from my nether region. I heard the sound of her voice and I moaned, it was perfect so feminine yet so confident.
"Is it done?" she asked after Randy had walked out of the library.
"Yes." Father replied.
She leaned forward to pick up her glass and I could see her cleavage, so could father. We moaned in unison. She smiled. She sat back up and took a sip of the very expensive wine that she had asked for. She swirled it around in her mouth for a while, then she swallowed and made this little sound that sounded like a whimper to my sex-craved ears, and I thought I could come right there from that alone.
"And who did we get to do it?" she asked over the rim of her glass.
My father adjusted his tie uncomfortably and replied, "I don't think that you're authorised to have that information."
That annoyed her. She tried to hide it, and would have been successful if studying people, especially those of the feminine specimen, wasn't a hobby of mine. There was a slight furrow of her brows which she hid as soon as they appeared. She covered her anger with a smile, a full smile that highlighted every inch of her full, kissable lips.
"You know you can trust me Vincent."
My father squirmed in his seat. Getting father to squirm was a great feat. I could count on two, now three, fingers the number of people who had ever made father squirm, that was usually his job. Vincent Alabastair was a wealthy man, in fact he was recorded as the wealthiest man in Kinte, and with all that money came a lot of power and he was not afraid to wield it. The first person that I had ever seen make my father squirm was Commander Benjamin Isles, the head of Kinte's armed forces.
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